The Masquerade Ball

The Masquerade Ball (a oneshot)

Spirit Week. A.k.a Shirabu Kenjirou's least favourite week of the year.

First, there was an arm wrestling match between the entire school. Now, if you've ever seen Kenjirou, you'd know he's not exactly... muscly. He was paired up with Semi and lost in the first round.

Next, a basketball tournament. Again, Kenjirou wasn't all that blessed in the heights department either, so he did pretty poorly in that.

Then there was a bonfire. Not particularly bad, not bad at all, in fact. He even sat next to Kawanishi and had a nice chat over burnt marshmallows.

Then there was a beach day. He got sand up his butt, and Tendou had pushed him into the water when he specifically told them he didn't want to get wet.

Now, however, was going to be the worst event of all, he was certain.

A masquerade ball .

Why he had no idea. At least all the other events could be explained with 'bonding' or 'school spirit!' But not this. There was literally no explanation for why they would host an event like this.

Well, there probably was, but he was in denial.

Of course, since this was a masquerade ball , that obviously meant there was going to be dancing involved. And because the universe wants Kenjirou to suffer , their cooky vice principal decided to sign the whole school up for ballroom dance lessons ! Divided up by club activity, of course, instead of something normal, like class number.

And dancing meant there had to be a partner, and since there were only 2 second years, Kenjirou had to partner up with his crush of almost 2 years now, Kawanishi Taichi.

The platinum blond showed up looking just as apprehensive his Kenjirou felt, which he supposed made him feel a little bit better about all this. "Ready to get this shit over with?" He asked.

"Ready as I'll ever be." Kenjirou sighed, placing his arms on Kawanishi's shoulders as instructed.

"So, I just put my hands... here...?" He asked the teacher softly, hovering his hands over Kenjirou's waist and hip area as if asking for permission. He nodded softly, looking away.

"Alright," Naruko-san told them what to do, and they were off.

"You're actually pretty good at this, Shirabu." Kawanishi told him, spinning him.

"Thanks." He replied, wincing when Kawanishi stepped on his foot. "You're not."

"Yeah, yeah. I'm too tall for this shit."

"Don't rub it in." He glared. Looking around the room, however, he began to feel a little bit better.

Tendou and Semi were paired up, and they were bickering every step. Tendou had the same problem as Taichi, body too lanky and clumsy to be elegant. Both of their faces were pink.

Oohira had paired up with Goshiki, and they were doing surprisingly well, actually. Goshiki stepped on Oohira's foot a few times, but other than that, they could've have been pros.

Which only left Ushijima and Yamagata. The tallest and shortest people in the club. It was quite amusing to watch, actually, with Yamagata struggling to keep his arms over Ushijima's shoulders, and Ushijima might as well have two left feet. Though, Yamagata apparently took dance lessons when he was younger and was actually pretty decent at it. He also yelled at Ushijima every few minutes to stop stepping on his feet. He almost felt bad for the ace.

"Shirabu...? Hey, earth to Shirabu..." Kawanishi flicked him in between his eyes, making him flinch and scowl.

"What?" He demanded.